Calder's Circus Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Alexander, no one knows
How the red gets on the rose
But Alexander, we imitate
Recreate and approximate

[Chorus 1]
Take out your whistle and give it a blow
Mesdames et messieurs, let's start the show
Bent down on your creaky knees
You bring to life the flying trapeze

[Verse 2] Alexander, life looks good
In wire cloth and wood

[Chorus 2]
The bowlegged horse wins the carriage race
If the lions get loose they'll wreck the place
A magic scene made of rusty junk
That packs into the master's trunk

[Verse 3]
Alexander, life's divine
And the tightrope's made of twine

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